The hunt for the eggs

Today with Belle's family I experienced an Easter Sunday. We got up early for a pre-breakfast service at their church (hymns too high for me to sing) and then breakfast with other members of the congregation. Eggs and tea and daffodils.

Then back at the house and the kids came round. We rolled eggs, something I am sure I have never done, and then a mammoth Easter egg hunt. A beautiful garden to search in, high and low, high and low. Here G has found an egg and every time he or M did there were squeals of delight.

Then an evening with R and G, R being an old pal of Belle's. Lovely to meet people she cares about and who feel the same about her.

Her, ma Belle. Apparently I am 'nae too bad'!

I'll take that.